Friday, May 17, 2013

Look, I’m not proud to admit this, but for some reason a
large percentage of the guys of my generation have decided that in order to bed
the lady of their choice; they no longer have to buy her a drink, make flirty
conversation or think of a pick-up line that actually works.

No.

These days, guys in their 20s simply take their handy-dandy Smart Phone, snap a
quick pic of their genitals, and send it to the women they are hoping to woo.

I
was quite the party girl back in the day. I went out – all the time. I was not promiscuous but
I was and always will be a friendly girl. I made conversation with a lot of
people, including people of the male persuasion. Since I've never been very
good at saying ‘no’ (and that’s another post for another day), if any of these
people ever asked me for my phone number I would give it to them. Even if I
had no intention of ever speaking to them again – and let’s be honest,
that was the case 98% of the time.

I actually shudder to think how many random people have my
phone number. It would surely be in the triple digits. I should probably really
consider changing it…

With my number floating around in so many stranger’s phones, about 2 times a
year I will be suckered into a conversation that goes a little something like this.

We pause in this riveting conversation so that this charming gentleman can send me 2 photos of his face and 1 photo of an incredibly large penis, which he claims is his own. (I'm quite positive his real name is NOT 'Jimmy James' so I felt no need to black that out, but hey, Jimmy, if you read this and you feel your privacy has been breached let me know.)

As amusing as this was, it's hard not to be a teeny, tiny bit insulted on behalf of all females. Do guys really think this will work? Does this actually work?

Are you a guy who has sent a picture of their penis to a virtual stranger and gotten laid as a result?

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

I can’t tell if I suffer from Awkward Turtle Syndrome around
men, or if men suffer from it around me, but something is seriously wrong with
the way I interact with males within the first 30 seconds of seeing them.

I really need your help interwebs. How on earth does a female greet a male of non-romantic interest?
What is appropriate?

I’m not a huge fan of physical contact with the general population in the first place,
so when it comes to greeting somebody I
instantly get performance anxiety. What do I do? Besides running away
crying…

Handshakes seem strictly masculine, which I hate. I can
handshake just as well as the next person, but guys always tend to feel weird
shaking a girls hand, so whenever I attempt it, I'm left feeling like this guy.

I've always liked the idea of being one of those girls who do the 'double air kiss' greeting. It's so very European. Unfortunately, being the overly enthusiastic person I am, it always (and I mean always) ends up looking like this. Actually this is kind of what it looks like when I say hello to Boyfriend too...

Or, even worse - I make accidental lip contact, which has happened more than once.

You could of course, go for the hug, but unless you are sure the other person is a hugger, you will probably end up with a scenario similar to this.

So at present, my greeting is what I like to call, The Awkward Turtle Wave.

Unfortunately The Awkward Turtle Wave, while helping me avoid even more awkward scenarios, makes me look like a standoffish biatch.

So please, HALP! interwebs. How do you greet members of the opposite sex without making a total fool of yourself? Is it even possible? I need your advice, before I accidentally head butt someone while attempting to hug it out.

Friday, May 10, 2013

You know what I love the most about music festivals? The
fact that for a whole day you can dress like a complete hobo and pass it off as
a fashion statement.

This is a fact that I will be forever grateful for because stupid (smart) me
spent most (all) of my paycheck on a new wallet from Kate Hill instead of
investing in a new festival outfit, and I had to try and make do with what I
already owned. Life is tough, I know.

Thank god for Pinterest.

All I had to do was search ‘Festival Outfits’ choose the girl who looked the
most glamorously homeless, and match it as closely as I could with things I
could find in my floordrobe.

The outfit I chose to emulate:

And this is what I wore:

Pants: $10 from Big W

Shoes: $9.95 from Big W

Black Shirt: $5 from Kmart

Fluro singlet: $12 by Bonds

Sunglasses: Can’t remember but I never spend more than $20 on sunnies. Ever.

TOTAL COST: Approximately $56.95

Now I can hear what you are thinking ‘ahhh, she buys almost
all her clothes from the bargain bin at Big W, now I understand why she always
looks like a filthy whore-bag’. TRUE. I do do this, I don’t know why, but I
honestly wear the stuff I buy on a whim for $5 more than I wear the stuff I
scrimp and save for and put a lot of thought into it. I don’t know why, I just
do. The moral of the story is it is better to by 10 items at $5 than 1 item at
$50. That’s a free life lesson for you.

But never fear, you don’t have to ruin your mani digging
through piles of clothes in your local op-shop for your next festival find,
because I scoured the internet and you can buy crap like this from the privacy
of your own home!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Once upon a time I was under some deluded illusion that I could become a famous blogger.
Whilst under the influence of this delusion I was read a lot of blogging 'tips'.

One particular tip suggested that you should NEVER make a post apologising for a long blogging absence.

To that guy I say:

Fuck you. I'll do what I want.

So I profusely apologise to all the spam bots who read my blog. This absence has been redonk and I have nothing to blame except pure laziness. Please accept this recap of the last 3 months as an apology. .

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Last month I was preparing for a party at my house. A part
of this preparation was cleaning up after my dog so that people could navigate
the backyard without feeling like they were tiptoeing through a smelly
minefield.

While doing this I picked up a dropping that contained some
white, wriggly creatures.

Sorry - I should have mentioned that this post is not suitable to read while
eating.

Being the concerned pet owner that I am, I immediately I went running for my
smart phone to Google ‘maggots in dog poo’. I feared the worst for my puppy’s
digestive tract.

Despite what it may seem, the moral of this post is not to disgust you with the
specifics of my dog’s bowel movements. This post is to point out the fact that not
for one second, did I think I could not find the answer to my problem on Google.
I never doubted that there were others who had had this issue, and had posted
about it on the internet.

I was right not to think twice. Within seconds I had more
information than I needed on all kinds of things you can find inside of dog
poop, and more importantly, why those things might be in there.

Now I don’t want to leave you hanging – my dog is fine. Turns out it had just
been a bit too long between backyard tidy ups and the unwanted white visitors
had actually arrived after their new home had left my dog.

It wasn't until my boyfriend was looking over my shoulder
while I was doing another google search, and read my search history, that I
realised what I had Googled was weird. Really weird.

Where does too much information start, and need-to-know
information end? The fact that we can Google literally everything seems like
a blessing, but is it really?

Would it have been better to take my dog to the vet than go
to Google? Should we ask a doctor about that suspicious looking mole before we
Ask Jeeves?

Could I have made it this far in life without knowing what a blue waffle was? Who
Tub Girl is? How many cups 2 girls need? The answer is yes, and yet I do know
all of these things, thanks (or no thanks?)
to the internet.

The truth is, I spend more time on the internet reading
things which result in me acting like this:

than I do doing anything productive, which leads me to
wonder if perhaps, just maybe, we have too much information.

On that note, I'd love to know, what is the weirdest thing you have ever found yourself googling? More importantly... did you find your answer? Of course you did. Everything is on the internet.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

I was avoiding sleep and trawling my favourite news site I stumbled across this little piece:

A MAN who apparently summoned the courage to rob a Montana pizza restaurant changed his mind as the clerk started to hand him money, broke down crying and ended up leaving with a pizza to feed his hungry family.Helena Police Chief Troy McGee says just after midnight Monday, a man wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a bandanna on his face entered a Papa John's restaurant and handed the clerk a note demanding money.
The cashier started to comply, but then the man started crying and said he was just trying to provide for his family.
The clerk offered to make a pizza and some chicken wings. The man waited while the food was cooked, then left on foot.
A Papa John's manager declined to comment

In a world where we are known to text message people who are in the same room as us, this little slice of human compassion and connection really brightened my night.

On that note I challenge everybody to tell me a time they have participated in a random act of kindness.

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About Me

Jackie is a 25 year old wannabe entrepreneur, wedding planner, health and fitness advocate and founder of Dash Event Management. Her best friend is her adopted greyhound named Dexter and she eats Vegemite straight out of the jar.